He had come close to her as he spoke, and had even placed one yellow hand upon her shrinking arm, while his little dark eyes twinkled with an ominous light.
"Tut, tut!" said he, as she hastened to obey.

"You need not fear for your little dove.

This hawk, at least, is far past the stoop, however tempting the quarry.

But indeed, I can see that she is as good as she is fair, and one could not say more than that if she were from heaven direct.

My carriage waits, gentlemen, and I wish you all a very good day!" He inclined his be-wigged head, and strutted off in his dainty, dandified fashion.